Now I play the harp of twilight

and sing the songs of dusk

true to my spirit

and loyal to destiny

and this undeniable visit,

perfects my being

A gift of destiny, I hope,

because my eyes to twinkle

and dwindle in the intrigue of her own

and my heart has been

liberated with a magnificent eloquence

till present

as she walks with the royalty of bloom

and the cuddle of the dawn

and the swagger of the night

my soul can do nothing else

but bow in veneration

to this queen crowned by typhoons

By the priesthood of her light,

Zeus prostrates,

Hermes gives honour,

and Aphrodite bows

then I became as bold as Troy

with eyes that smiled

in a mystical fire,

born to see laughter

as happiness walks towards me now,

she...is the goddess of my heart.

                                                    By Kakraba Afful